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Kayden never felt small, compared to anyone else. But straddling Pluton's lap, arms draped around Pluton's neck, sparked keen awareness of his comparatively slender sides and delicate fingers.
He groaned; breath ragged, riding frantic. The word ‘slow’ urged tenderness— he ignored it. So, to force him still, Pluton wrapped both (large, calloused) hands around his waist.
The shiver, unbidden, tingled his spine, spurred his lust, as hips paused their movement.
Pluton drew closer, pressed an affectionate kiss to arched brow and displeased lips. Kayden hummed concession, leaning lazy into the roll of Pluton’s sensual pace.
Okay. Fine. Slow it was.